Got the NBN connected today. Didn’t cost anything additional to the internet I currently have, but the speed is certainly different, and a lot more stable.

Got reminded that you should never push a shopping trolley while wearing thongs. Hopefully the toe nail doesn’t take too long to grow back.

Saw a sight that proved just how bad addiction is for some people, or he had just reached the point of no point.

Thought of a joke. Cat hospitals should use the advertising by-line “Does your meow ow?”

I also need a piano, not that I can play one. But thought of this while doing the shopping.

I can see you there,
When I look past the horizon.
The breaking waves,
Gently mask your silence.

Still more lyrics to write, and to rewrite, but I’ll see how it goes.

It could be a tumour. It’s not a tumour.

No, it’s neither a ripped off song lyric, or a quote from a movie. This is nothing more than an attempt to blog again. Given this is the start, get ready for a long post.

I use to blog. I blogged a lot. I blogged about everything. It got me into trouble, some of it deserved (hey, we’ve all be young once), a lot of it undeserved (bullying and harassment has no place), all of it lead to me not blogging at all. In fact, over the last few years I’ve waxed and waned on the whole social media thing.

When social media really started to take off, where it was accessible with relative ease for most, I jumped on board like there was no tomorrow. It was after all a brave new world with no rules, and utter freedom. Over time though we have all learnt this is not the case. While the internet may not have laws in place as such, employers do. Some teenager tweets about how disgruntled he is with the footy team he follows, a few years later gets drafted by that team, and the words come back to haunt him, even before he as put the jumper on. The internet that was to be the fountain of knowledge and the liberator of all, proved to be very unkind and litigious instead.

I found it disheartening. I tried many ways to work with it, but my words still would come back to haunt me. It seemed like the one thing that had opened my eyes up and freed me, was going to the same thing that would now be giving me a black eye. So I walked.

During my time away I’ve wanted to blog, but I was fearful. I still am fearful while I write this. But having had the time to think about how I want to blog has given me time to think in general, and to hopefully be able to do something here in a meaningful way for myself. If others choose to read, so be it. But instead of writing for an audience, I am simply writing for myself now, and if others get something from it, so be it, onus on them for that.

So what’s going to be happening here now? Well my first thoughts of that happened a couple of months ago, when I got the renewal notice for the account. I wondered if it was still worth having, after all, I had let other accounts lapse, some I cared about, others I don’t miss. Remember what I said about those early days of social media?

Now I think I have it worked out, what it is I want to blog about. I’m looking at doing a weekly wrap up of stuff. Stuff in terms of what I’ve thought about during the week. What I’ve experienced. What I want to share.

Which gets us down to this post. What is it I want to share right now? Well you’ve read it already. As for next week, I’m still deciding which day I’ll blog on. Sure I could schedule posts, but I’d rather use this as a time to sit and relax, and let my thoughts flow. Sometimes there will be a lot, some times a little, sometimes so surprises I’m still working on. I guess I will just have to wait and see what happens.

So I’m sitting down at my local shopping centre, as a break from the storms in the area, and also because it’s a convenient place to get breakfast, while I change buses, after dropping my car in to be serviced.

Or so I thought.

You see the problem is coffee, I’ve never drank it in my life. Now before you scream out about what I’m missing out on in life, I have a simple philosophy, “If I don’t like the smell of it, I don’t consume it”. Back in the days when I did have a sense of smell, I never liked the smell of coffee, so I never drank it. The same applies to peanut butter, alcohol, rabbit, and nuclear weapons. Add to it the fact I don’t like hot drinks, and it’s pretty simple to see why I don’t drink it.

Therein is the problem. The places open all sell coffee, and everyone here eating all their yummy delights have them as a side to their coffee. I feel socially awkward being here. It’s like all eyes are on me because I’m typing away, and I feel they would be more on me, if I wasn’t consuming some roasted beans mixed in water.

Is this what is meant by “Coffee Culture”? This whole liking, or pretending to like something that looks like steaming hot Yarra river, with a leaf floating in frog sperm on top. I simply don’t understand.

Bugger it. I think I’ll get a pie, sit here with my legs all unladylike, talk about footy, instead of what little Syverisha is doing at school, and how one day she will grow up to be a princess (when we all know she will just be giving blowjobs to fucktards because she has “daddy was never there for me” issues, and needs to vent). There simply isn’t room in my life for coffee. Life is there to be lived, not to fill in the gaps between attempts to burn your lips off in the company of others.

What is it with doors? Why do people fail to treat them with the respect they need?

It doesn’t matter what kind of door it is, car door, house door, even 1960’s band The Doors, when it comes to opening doors, people generally fail.

Why is it, when people open a door, and I’m primarily talking about pushing a door open, why is it they must use maximum force? “I don’t know what is on the other side of this object I am able to grope, so I must DESTROY it with all my force!”

Pity the person other other side of it, who by chance, is having a one in a million (very common) moment, as they reach their hand out to pull the door open, only to have it broken in seventeen places.

Or what about car doors? Why do people need to fling those open as fast as possible, within nanoseconds of the car coming to a stop? Are they attempting to use the door as some kind of air brake, despite the fact the car has already stopped?

I pity the cyclist who is trying to work out why despite being clad in lycra, and riding an expensive bike, they can’t ride any faster, who suddenly is faced with a very immobile object right in front of their face.

So people of the world, here is an idea for you. When it comes to doors, take it easy. When pushing a door open, do it as gently as possible, because you really don’t know what is on the other side. For people with car doors, crack the door open, so it is ajar, but not blocking anything, then pick up all the crap you are taking with you, then slowly open the door, after looking for any obstacles.

It’s pretty simple people, and you’ll be making the world a better place. If you have any trouble understanding any of this, my door is always open.

It’s August, and in the UK right now, the world is turning it’s attention to the major sporting event of Bog Snorkelling. There also happens to be a little thing call the Olympics happening at the moment there too, and I’d like to talk about this little known event today.

My attention was drawn to it when a work colleague informed me we were wasting a shitload of tax payer dollars on the Australian Institute of Sport, because our team at the Olympics is so shit, because they can only manage to get silver medals.

I instantly thought “What an amazing and insightful bloke this guy is”, before even I couldn’t hide the sarcasm from myself, and so I just had to point out to him how full of shit he actually was.

Australia really punches above it’s weight when it comes to sport, especially on the world stage. We have a very small population, only about 22.6 million people, which puts us around the size of North Korea & Yemen (24.5 million), Mozambique (23.7 Million), Taiwan (23.2 million), Syria (21.5 million), Madagascar/Angola/Ivory Coast (20.5 million) , and well below the current medal tally leaders China (1,347 million) people.

Australia is currently fifteenth on the medal tally with one gold, six silver and two bronze. Of the countries listed above, the next nearest is, well North Korea, with four gold and one bronze, but that is hardly comparing like for like. Apart from that, none of the other countries have even got a medal. Yep, Australia are a bunch of slackers.

Then there is the claim by this tool that the AIS is a complete waste of money. Yep, it completely is, when you think of it in the narrow sense, that the only thing they do is send four hundred odd people off every four years to go and fail to win gold in some country. Pity that is not the case.

The AIS provide a pathway for sports people from the most elite, to those just starting out. Look at any sport played in this country, and you will see some amount of AIS involvement, from improved training and coaching techniques, to better facilities for those participating. The AIS doesn’t waste millions of dollars to send a lucky few off to throw things around or run fast, they instead invest in people with potential to exceed not only on the sporting field, but in all walks of life. The AIS is not about burning money on elite people, in the hope they will go 0.0001 second faster over a given distance, that is just a small benefit of what they do, and as far as I am concerned, it is far from money wasted.

So the next time you want to get stuck into some athlete because they failed to win gold, think of it the other way. They didn’t fail to win gold, they managed to prove they are better than around seven billion other people on this earth, at a given sport. Not only that, but they can work harder and have the chance to be even better.

When it comes to the Olympics, Australia should be proud of what they bring to the table, and applaud our athletes one and all. You don’t make an Olympic team by being ok one time before the event, you do it by working hard for a lifetime. How many of those armchair shitheads out there would even make the effort to give it a go, before they opened their mouths? None I bet.